revolution now...
it's no longer
a matter of choice....
too much hurt and need,
too much despair;
and you're not doing
anything real to fix it.
we've been fed the lie,
but it doesnt fill the bellies
of the hungry, the jobless,
and the poor...
while you keep trading,
exacting profit from oppression,
and insulating yourselves
from the beating of hearts.
no taxation without representation;
we threw tea in the harbor
and tyranny in the ditch.
freedom doesnt last forever...
sometimes you have to
take it back again!
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